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Reading Wallace Stevens and Ezra Pound…. I just feel why death is a metaphor for the walk of a tiger or why emperor of the ice cream talk about a funeral… but then the bulb lits up… isn’t it life that all the weird things actually make sense and the one which are true have taken a back seat in the human mind. The reason we have sound is to make people understand what they feel but when your lover holds your hand you know what they feel…. When you look in your best friends swollen eyes you know it’s been a bad day…. You see that your dad is wearing his shirt outside-in you know he is lost….. But some time the smiles, the tears in the eyes won’t talk…. This is what is scary…. Seeing lovers fighting on their future….. A girl sharing her feelings with a guy and he thinks she is just pushy…. A guy never says a thing of thanks or welcome or why when she is finished and is over whelmed after the talk…. You should know he has a life beyond you….. When people take divorces on petty issues…. Space is the key to success but too much of it just makes them go further apart… Just these things make me think…. What’s with the phrase “till death do us apart”… when the person will actually die then you will know their importance… why wait so long…. Why regret…..